Who Is Love

Big like thunder Things you can hear and feel but you can't see Bloody as murder this pale broken heart Bearing down on desire Beating itself down Love is godless Waiting with shovel in hand to bury you alive She's a ghost no one really knows She's what people hope for without knowing what she is. Careful what you wish for... She's a merciless, iniquitous whore More than that she is inquity incarnate She will spear you roll around with you Her legs wrapped around you tight Consuming your pain fertilizing it and spawning more of it until you can no longer feel or fight